Filling In A Sense Completely Overdo…

Yes. It’s come this far. My moustache is now officially out of control.

I am obsessed with the idea of seeing how far I can let it go.

But enough about you, what does that title spell?

Why Fiasco, of course. I had nothing to do on Friday night, and after being kooked up in my place for two days because I had been sick, I decided I needed to get out. Thanks to the glorious blogosphere I found out Fiasco had a show at The Delancy, and so I hopped downtown.

Holy Ghost opened for them, and they had one of the sexiest sights of all,

A hot chick drummer.

Sitting alone, I was suddenly accosted by a herd of females, Sarah.

A coy Cat. A crazy Cat (and crazy Dustin).

An almost forgotten Amber

Who has had some adventures over the last two years.

And a blurry raisin Meredith.

Which brings us to the sad news (that I could see coming) that she has grown bored with blogging, and Hello My Name Is Meredith shall be updated no more. It was a great blog. Witty, higly entertaining, with an amazing spelling record, and some of the hottest non porn picts around. Worry not, she assures me that the crazy shit will continue to happen, even if it does not exist in html form any more.

After the show, I took a quick class on the true purpose of Yucca.

And we went to see Sara spin at some hipster nexus.

I tried to capture the hipster feel.

But I couldn’t quite make it translate into something photographically tangible, but take my word for it, hipster central.

I mean, it was so hip, the bathroom had a sofa bedlike seat in it.

Oh to be on top of the world.

Choppin’ it Down…

Well peeps, haircut time again. Started like this.

Went through this.

And came out smiling with my supercutter.

Then the soccer game.

We lost. Again. 18-12.

But I scored TWO goals. Oh yeah.

Im good for the week.

A day in the life of a Voice Over Artist…

I got asked to do a freebie VO line for this director’s netflix spec spot (no pay, but a cool experience). We headed to Buzz, a small mixing studio inside Crew Cuts, one of our main competitors. I sneaked into the Birthday pie party.

And I served up the Chrysler Building on a platter.

Want to see what it takes to make 20 Gs in 20 minutes?

After, I regally mounted the lion.

At night, I saw spiderman.

Because I went to the Sony Building to see a sneak preview to Thumbsucker.

How much did this lady get for this massive painting, I wonder?

Look at the plush screening room chairs.

At the end, this is how everyone felt,

Except me. I liked it, mostly because my wussy sensibilities relate to any overly sensitive smart socially awkward teen. Oh well.

Sundays…

Way back when, last Sunday, I got stuck on the subway for like 45 minutes.

So I obviously gave myself gum nails.

Then I went to see Melinda and Melinda with Lauren Suding.

Which I liked. I felt like it validated old Woody in his olden age. I mean, who doesn’t like Will Ferrell?

Then we went to Blue Water Grill for a drink and to catch up. She went off to Cristina’s to eat with her and her beau in a domestic moment.

This Sunday it was so nice, we had a barbecue. Look at the wonderful chef Cassens.

Good times. Good Food. Good Friends

What more can you ask for?

The Little Party That Could…

Poker night ended at around twelve, and mike

Pensively invited us to an upper west party, at the home of alex.

Plenty of Cheese, Bottles, and Jars.

(I don’t know why I was so snap happy on crap).

John drew a portrait of the hostess.

And one of Austin

Louie and I laid down the foundations to a loving relationship.

While Alex cemented her master role by slapping some ass.

Courtney and Meredith,

Denied the generalization that girls know within about fifteen seconds of meeting a guy whether they would sleep with him or not. (im not sure I believe this.)

So out of Alex’s we went, and into Jake’s Dillema, where I walked into a surprise blast from the past.

Lauren, from frosh year in clark 1.

Look at the Clark reunion.

Lauren was getting the last drink of the night with her roomie Liz.

John looks wasted. Liz also works in the Ad world, on the agency side at Grey.

Ad kids unite.

John’s apparent drunkenness did not deter us from the pool table.

Where we went on a winning streak of four games, even taking on the old lady.

Yes, sweet sweet victory.

Outer Bourgough Fun (in themed high contrast black and white)…

Went to the Brooklyn Media Lab Grassroots Media opening party. CEO performed,

With their usual zest and fun. You can’t have a bad time at one of their shows.

The usual crew of misfits made the night, Diana and nina.

The rapper with the no lace shoe.

Conference fearless leader, Rebecca (yeah, don’t call her becky no more).

Artistic Ursula.

High energy Suzy.

The man who made me what I am today.

Video artists Vlad and Olga.

And clothes artiste Charlotte, who also tends bar.

By the end of the night,

Malcom had drunkenly stolen the mike. Yet again.

Dumbo usually shows me a good time.

The Art Show in White Country…

Well old Johnny finally had his art show at the Greenwich Arts Council. What a sleepy little town.

A few of the peeps came to chill it reception style and support the emerging artist.

I took pictures of the entire show, but I will spare you the whole collection. No, why don’t we see the pieces through the eyes of those who came. I asked everyone to pose in front of his or her favorite canvas. This here is what came out.

Katzenbach elected the minimalist Wearing Headphones While Walking On Broadway.

Notice he too, has headphones on.

Cassens went with the splashy blue triptict Enough About You,

Which I helped name.

Mary posed like a treefrog for her choice, Treefrog.

James went with the intricate (shit, don’t remember the title).

Christine, in a very pensive mood hit up Eve.

Younger brother Dan elected Slalom (it think that’s the title).

Father, John Mclane Jr., (yes, John the younger is indeed John Fulton Mclane III) chose the unbound triptict,

The Acrobat, Sorceror, and Marylin Monroe.

Mother, Josh, and the man himself all elected the Piece de Resistance,

Whose name I also forget, but whose simplicity makes quite a statement.

Angus could not boil it down to one, so he went with two ladies:

Eve, again, and Roxanne, whose previous incarnation I loved and kinda miss.

Well, not to be outdone, I went with three favorites.

The beautifully toned Day For A Daydream, the elegant and thrice chosen Eve, rib exposed and all, and the stylishly spiraled Ten Fingers Ten Toes.

Congrats John.

Sony Dreams and Soccer Nightmares…

Sunday later. Today we cover Tuesday’s event, the Sony Dreams HD shorts. This years theme was flight.

Almost everyone in the office came. And I had such a good time with the elevator pics that I tried it again,

For less bang.

It was a mob scene at the Zigelds.

And the movies were pretty good. Our very own Maury Loeb and his assistant sarra,

Coedited one of the films, Little Pony, directed by Stylewar’s Filip Engstrom.

Hey, did I see you at Japanica?

Sure enough, Meghan is one of three people I know from Wes that works in Advertising Post as an assistant producer (sometimes referred to as asspro) at The White House (wait, hold the phone, i have just been informed that Ms. Meghan is now a full Pro, assistant no longer), a very prestigious editing competitor.

Then we saw Sandra, who used to work at old PS.

Look at the whole work crew.

Then, 11pm soccer league. It started out so beautifully, we were tied one one, when angus and I had a delicious two on one on the defender, and I one touched his pass right through the keepers legs for a goal, my first in this league. Damn it felt good, the goal to take the lead.

Then they beat us 12-6. Awful, tired, cluttered-playing, untrusting were we, against a team that did not miss, gave the right runs and the right passes, and the fitness to run allover us even with all our subs.

John and I did not approve.

But I did score a nice goal so I feel great.

Too Few Clicks…

Saturday Rutkoff hosted poker.

We all braved the rain.

These were your cash outs.

Notice I look unhappy, for I cashed out with chips, sure, but still down forty.

Thayer had the worst story of the night, losing terribly at the river in a manner so constant, that he capped out at forty even though I am sure he would have loved to keep playing.

Or maybe liz had it worse. She took a nice lead early, and used her stack to push people around well, until she clashed against althea, who bluffed her out of a huge pot with a straight draw that never hit, and suckered in on another to almost decimate her. Titlting did the rest.

She only lost ten dollars, but we had discussed her portrayal on this blog the previous night, and I could feel her loving the fact that she was finally going to come out with money and get a good review. Well, alas, her poker hit a bad streak against the horse shoe up althea’s ass, and I cannot blame her for we all fell to it except aaron. And, for the record, Liz outside the poker table is an incredible human being that has better crossword and bridge skills than I do.

Derek kept his even pace, outriding the bad cards, biding his time and picking his moments, only to be fucked by luck. I had the queen high flush versus his Jack high, althea had a straight when he had trips. A sad loss of thirty.

I lost early, then played vicious small stack poker until I took one all in too many and althea’s king queen took out my king eight. This would become a trend. I lost thirty taking tilting chances, and finally buckled down on my third rebuy. I played good position, got a bit lucky, and suddenly had all my money made plus ten. Then I got pocket kings, and they hit, and I thought I was suckering althea in, only to lose to her straight. More tilting, and then some winning with my eightieth dollar in the pot, to only lose forty.

Claire bought in for only ten which she doubled of her beau, only to give it all back a few hands later when she hung on to an ace jack that did not hit a little too strongly.

Aaron I think got most of his money in three big hands, but I don’t really remember all of them (see Claire above for one). His smugness was felt, but he did a very good job of not pissing way his stack (although I did take about twenty in the end). He also denied me a trips win with queens when he caught the straight. He left up fifty bucks, and survived the Erickson onslaught.

Yes, althea, big winner with eighty-three profit. What can I say, althea had the double punch combo we all pray for: she played well, and she got lucky. It was her day, she was simply unstopabble.

After poker, we all scattered for dinner. Liz Derek, Thayer and I hit some Italian bistro in the west village.

I had the Penne Matriciana.

Very tasty. Then we hit a frat bar to catch the end of the final four. I departed company and went to the upper east to meet up with john and the 81st crew. We played pool, then john and I hit his place for a ten dollar game that I lost.

And here is where the title of the post comes into play, for I just did not photograph the end of the evening enough. But it was partly on purpose, because I wonder how annoyed people are at my constant need to snap snap snap. It’s a bit much, but I love coming home and seeing tons of pictures instead of just three. So to all of you coprotagonists on this site, I apologize for my overuse of the camera, but I think we can all agree that the end result is usually cool enough to justify all the posing.

At least the last picture of the night came out well.

I like that disaffected beatles cut.

I am now only up 65. Damn.

Late Night Melt Down…

Thursday, Derek and I had a little Avid Final Cut trade off (we ran out of time, so it was a bit one sided but I just wanted to make it to poker).

Which we did, arriving to spark a tournament.

I did well in the first few hands, only to lose to the pair of ducks that hit when I had eights in the pocket. You never suspect the deuces. (this lesson happened to Thayer previously, but I forgot to mention it then). And the ace ten was no good against jack jack, and I was out second, first time I have not made it in the money at the 81st tourney.

John and Cassens made it to the final two.

John got lucky, and took it all.

Yeah, fuck you Unabomber.

Look. Chips.

Then the cash game ensued.

It started with only Jim, Allison and me, and I controlled the game. Then linzie came and she threw me off and I had to buy back. Allison went out quick, and sean joined us, as did john after his first win. John took a stack, as did Jim, and they kept it. Sean cruised at about even, and I lost it all on the last hand. I had ace jack, and I raised, but not enough because john called with nine six, which hit two pair. I hated losing the last hand with such a good hand, that I went all in, and john was more than happy to call.

Down thirty. Ugh.